I'm spending the day clicking down memory lane. It's time for me to gather my little stories and give them to the world in book form. I'm just amazed looking back on Dysfunction Diaries. I had no idea where it... Continue Reading →
"What do you want to do, write for MAD Magazine?" my dad asked. Concern on his brow. Disapproval in his tone. "Why can't you write about something else?" I shrugged. I thought it was funny. My fifth grade teacher, however,... Continue Reading →
Renee Dubeau 